"If you didn't do anything, people wouldn't have anything to gossip about. Let's not talk about Zhenzhen—then why would Qiuhe make something up to frame you? Enough, stop explaining."
Grandpa Jiang didn't want to hear Jiang Xiumei defend herself anymore. He was truly exhausted and just wanted to lie down for a bit, but Jiang Xiumei didn't dare to let go of his hand. "Dad, the surgery—"
"Enough. The surgery's already been arranged. But what I said before isn't a lie. Even if you go through with it, there's only a twenty percent chance of recovery. Don't get your hopes up too high."
After saying this, Grandpa Jiang lay back down on the other bed in the ward. The room was a double; the other bed was temporarily empty. He was technically a patient himself, so he might as well lie down.
With the atmosphere like this, none of the Jiang family members staying in the ward said a word.
